lucky stars

chapter 1

5:00 am. harry was so glad he was a morning person, or else waking up each day would be a disaster.

he threw on a pair of zayn's old sweatpants and a beatles t-shirt. one good thing about his asshole of a stepbrother is that he has decent style. much better than harry's, though he'd never say that to his face.

harry shouted a goodbye to zayn before running out the door. he wasn't suprised when he didn't get a response. zayn barely ever steps foot out of his room. he stepped into his shiny black range rover. another plus with being related to zayn, his family is filthy rich.

harry, gemma and his mum had always had a decent house, and he didn't like to the feeling of a big mansion. that's why he still lives here. his childhood house makes him feel safe and happy. his mum was always at his stepdad's huge house, so he was usually alone since gemma's away at college. zayn was only here cause he brought a girl home from a party. all his sisters lived at his house, so his only option was to bang this girl in harry's guest bedroom. disgusting.

harry's head was spinning with thoughts as he arrived to the hospital. things hadn't been the same since his best friend, niall had gotten in the car crash. although he was okay, he had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks since he had a collapsed lung. which he should've been out last week, but he had another coughing fit and started coughing up blood. all because he was hysterically laughing at harry tripping over nothing. harry was actually quite mad at him, but he had sympathy for the boy. he couldn't imagine the pain. harry is quite a clumsy guy, but he hasn't even broken a bone! yet.

"harry styles, here for niall horan," harry said as he examined the new receptionist. where was brielle? he missed her already, and hoped that this christi girl wasn't a permanent replacement.

"okay, unfortunately visiting hours haven't started yet. you can wait over there if you want."

harry glanced over at the big digital clock. 6:45. dammit. visiting hours started at 7:00. but brielle would always let him in early, she was a really nice girl. he sighed and walked over to the teal seats and watched time tick by. he got a few glances, but he wasn't sure why. was it his bandana? he wore it almost everyday, regular visitors know that. harry's hair was pretty short, but it began growing over the summer. he wanted to grow it out and donate it, but gemma insisted that it looked bad and he needed to cut it. it was short and curly before, and now it's short and curly with a green bandana. lost in his thoughts, christi had to repeat harry's name three times to get his attention.

"mr. styles? you can go see niall, he's in room-"

"17, got it." harry finished her thought. he'd been here enough times to know niall's room number.

"harold! oh my gosh i have the funniest story, you are going to laugh your gay arse off."

niall always seemed to find humor in harry's liking of boys. he was super supportive, but he referred to him as gay very often. gay arse, gay oompa-loompa, basically any word but with gay in front of it.

"hey ni," harry chuckled. "what's your story?"

"i choked on a grape last night, and i spit it out in that annoying christi girl's face, you should've seen it, she was pissed!"

"you choked?" harry asked, a tad concerned that niall was so optimistic after choking.

"yes, now i thought you would have a better reaction than that!"

harry and niall were talking for hours on end, and it was about 11:00 when harry decided he should go home and ready himself up. school started next week, and he was dreading it. but he has to get into the routine of showering, skincare, and all of the stuff supposed to make you attractive.

"alright ni, i'll see you tomorrow. i think ashton's coming at 1, so entertain yourself until then. eat lunch or something. call me if you need anything, kay?"

"yeah, yeah. i'm taking a nap. i wish we could get takeout so i could have nando's."

harry chuckled before saying goodbye to niall and walking out into the hallways. he slipped an earbud in to listen to some music, but he was interrupted as someone walked into him.

"oops," harry muttered, dropping his earbud out of his ear.

"hi," a higher voice replied.

he looked up, and to his disbelief, it was louis tomlinson. not only harry's crush since the 7th grade, but the kindest soul on the face of this planet.

"sorry, i- i didn't mean to bump into you. i was just on my way to the exit, why are you even at the hos-"

"my mum." louis replies, his smile immediately fading.

"oh wow, i- i'm sorry."

"it's alright, really. she's beating the cancer, so that's really good. why are you here? not to sound invasive or anything, but i was just wonde-"

"my best friend niall. he got in a car crash. collapsed lung, but he's okay."

"man, i'm sorry. that must be tough. hey, quick question."

harry looked straight into the beautiful blue eyes that the boy had been blessed with.

"are you fre-"

"tommo, i thought we were going to lunch?" a familiar voice echoed through the halls. liam payne. he was the grade above harry and niall, just like louis. harry had forgotten what louis was even going to ask. he was too intimidated by liam's four arrows tattooed across his arm.

"yeah, i'm not cancelling. just ran into harold here."

harry nearly melted at the nickname, even though it was common for people to call him that. liam smirked, and harry wasn't
sure why.

"well, um, i'll see you around. you're going to uni right?"

"yep, next week. niall and i are flatmates."

"okay, cool. see you there, then." louis turned around and walked away. i think he didn't want harry to hear, but he overheard and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"you're actually talking to him?"

"yeah, i'm gonna have to someday, payno. i don't think he likes me, or had the courage to talk to me first."

"well, by the looks of it, it looks like a has a big, fat, massive, crush on you too."

"i hope so, but i can't be sure. i was gonna ask him what he was doing thursday, but you've bloody ruined it."

"i know how to make it up to you. right here, right now."

"what are you do-"

before harry knows it, liam comes charging toward harry. or so he thought. liam goes to the notepad on the front desk. he scribbles something onto it with a red pen, folds the paper, and shoved it into harry's chest, causing him to fall back the tiniest bit.

"that's tommo's number. text him, make a move." he whispers.

harry cant even speak. he nods with a weirded out look on his face, and liam does a big smile and walks away, grabbing louis by the wrist towards the exit.

"please tell me you were nice to him, he looks so fragile. what did you do?"

"thank me when he texts you."

harry can't help but smile when louis' eyes widen and his jaw drops.

louis looks back and gives harry a super nervous smile, and harry returned it.

he knows it now, louis definitely has a crush on him. harry practically died when he bumped into him, and now he has his number?!

this year is going to be amazing.

a/n

okay. so i expect nobody to like this, considering it's my first book. i'm not planning on writing more, i'm just bored during quarantine.

vote and comment i guess?

-malia <3